Spiritual Recovery: The Strongest Replication System

As soon as these words came out, the scenery around him changed rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a village they had never seen before.

Qin Mu's face became more solemn, and Peng Yue also seemed a little nervous.

On the contrary, it was the eminent monk with a calm and indifferent face. It was obvious that this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Perhaps for eminent monks, such things as ghosts hitting walls are already commonplace.

Qin Mu was in a daze for a few seconds, and when he figured it out, he simply looked at the eminent monk.

Since I have encountered it many times, there will naturally be many solutions, and it can even be said to be good at it.

Before Qin Mu could speak, a white shadow flashed past.

"There is something strange!" Peng Yue hurriedly reminded them that they hadn't seen it.

Qin Mu nodded as a response to Peng Yue.

The eminent monk who was half a step behind Qin Mu frowned, silently looking at the surrounding environment.

For him, ghost hitting the wall is really not a very scary thing, the number of encounters and the number of times of eating salt are almost equal.

But this is indeed the first time that a ghost illusion that can change the scene at will.

This can be regarded as a side proof that the ghost that caused the ghost to hit the wall is extremely powerful.

The eminent monk was in a trance when the white figure flashed past again.

This time, there was a faint chuckle.

Qin Mu could clearly hear the contempt and underestimation inside.

"Master, can the ghost hit the wall be solved more easily?" Qin Mu asked this deliberately, just to get the eminent monk who has experienced such things many times to take action.

The eminent monk nodded, did not speak, and sat down on the spot with a flick of his monk's robe.

Before asking questions, solemn and serious Sanskrit sounds emerged from the mouth of the eminent monk one by one quickly but with a very harmonious rhythm.

After listening to it for a while, Qin Mu failed to recognize which Buddhist scripture it was, so he simply took Peng Yue to the side quietly without saying a word.

The sound of chanting sutras echoed in this dilapidated village that no one seemed to have lived in.

Qin Mu observed carefully, trying to distinguish clearly whether the current scene is an illusion, or the scene just now.

There is no way, these two scenes are so real that people can't tell the truth from reality.

After the long Buddhist scriptures were recited, the scene in front of me was still the same as before.

Even the white shadow seemed to be a demonstration or a mockery, flying past the eminent monk's eyes at high speed.

The eminent monk's expression was dignified, and Qin Mu also knew that the identity of this ghost must not be simple.

He raised his hand towards his forehead and finally met the white shadow face to face.

This is a female ghost. I don't know if she was dressed in white before she died. Now she is pale from head to toe.

It seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and it was impossible to see whether it was the female ghost's clothes or the entangled resentment.

Not only Qin Mu, the three people present could clearly feel the strong resentment emanating from the female ghost.

The female ghost also seemed to know that she was seen, and her head, which was lowered, slowly lifted up.

Her pale face was within Qin Mu's expectations, but the facial features on her face were bloody and bloody, and even the eyes and nose could not be distinguished clearly, which Qin Mu had never been mentally prepared for.

Qin Mu was taken aback and managed to maintain the expression on his face.

The eminent monk is okay, he often goes to save people who have died tragically, and there are many such scenes.

On the contrary, Peng Yue, who has always been steady, showed her shock and a trace of fear at this moment.

One of the female ghost's eyeballs was hanging out of its socket, and she saw that Peng Yue's expression was not right.

Then he turned his head towards Peng Yue suddenly, and the eyeball hanging outside the eye socket also fell to the ground because of too much force.

Qin Mu knew that all this was just an illusion that the female ghost deliberately let them see, but he still frowned.

He blocked Peng Yue from behind.

"I know you died a miserable death, but it's wrong to come out and scare people." Qin Mu originally wanted to say something unpleasant, but he didn't want to have any grievances with the female ghost, so he abruptly turned the words that came to his lips.

Just by the tone of his voice, he could tell that Qin Mu was a little angry.

Of course Peng Yue knew that Qin Mu was angry because she was deliberately frightened by the female ghost. The emotion in her heart came out, but there was no big change on the surface.

"If you have any difficulties, or what you want to fulfill, you can tell us." Seeing that the female ghost was indifferent, Qin Mu just turned his gaze to himself, and said more directly, "You don't need to stop us, so The tricks are not very useful. I think you can see that we are not mortals."

The female ghost suddenly sobbed and began to cry, but not a single tear fell from her eyes.

Because there was no reply, no one knew what the female ghost was planning, so they didn't choose to take the risk of approaching her.

"We won't know if you don't tell me." Peng Yue also opened her mouth, persuading her earnestly.

It's just that the behavior of the two of them was of no use. Instead, the female ghost slowly approached Qin Mu.

She didn't show any malice or aggression, and she acted as if she wanted to tell Qin Mu about her difficulties and difficulties.

The two people's vigilance decreased, while the eminent monk took out the bowl in his arms silently, and looked at the female ghost in front of him quietly.

He has seen too many monsters and ghosts, and he will not do things to lower his vigilance out of sympathy like Qin Mu and Peng Yue.

At this moment, the female ghost suddenly changed her face.

It was as if her face had been peeled off, revealing the bloody flesh and blood inside.

And the waist-length hair suddenly began to grow, and before he even had time to blink, it had grown enough to wrap Qin Mu's whole body in it.

"Don't do evil!" The eminent monk roared angrily, chanted the Buddha's name, and raised the bowl in his hand high.

Soon, as the eminent monk began to chant sutras, the bowl began to emit a pale golden light.

The light gradually approached Qin Mu, and when it touched the hair wrapped around his body, the light obviously dimmed a bit, but the hair also dissipated a little.

What the eminent monk didn't expect was that the growth of the female ghost's hair was much faster than the dissipation of the bowl.

Seeing this, Qin Mu didn't feel well, and thought of Fuchen, which he had been carefully keeping away.

He gritted his teeth and took out the whisk from the pile of hair.

But the whisk didn't emit any light at all, and it didn't have any effect on the female ghost.

Originally thinking that something unexpected would happen, Qin Mu's eyes suddenly went dark.

When he saw the situation in front of him clearly again, the female ghost had disappeared.

Instead, there was a very delicate and beautiful woman.

She approached Qin Mu, and when she spoke, her tone was gentle, "May I ask, what's your name?"